Ashlynn's hands trembled as she traced her fingers across the elegant, polished metal of the sword's hilt.
Artificer Erkembalt hadn't forgotten that this was a sword for fighting and killing and there wasn't a single feature of his artistry that made the sword less functional as a weapon of war, but despite the need to protect the weapon's function, he'd brought a true artist's skill to the form of the weapon.
The S-shaped quillions were similar to the guard on her old sword, with a sweeping knuckle guard that stopped short of connecting to the blade's pommel and an upward curling quillion that rose toward the weapon's spine. But while the shapes were familiar, the design was very different.
